He was running from everything, breathless and tired. Tired of all that surrounded his eyes. The street lights were blinding his blurry sight .Everything seemed so twisted .There were tall figures of unfamiliar buildings. He didn't exactly know where he was. He wanted to forget about the hatred in his heart. What he felt on the outside was the cold night wind. On the inside—the sorrow deep within his rib cage, squeezing his heart of any feelings that remained, only to be left numb. Everything was dripping—overflowing.
The sky was embraced by clouds. It was close to raining. He left home in the afternoon, while the sky was still clear and peaceful. All the streets he had roamed were probably too many to count.
He was caged in his own bubble—a bubble that everyone was able to break whenever they wished. Nobody praised him for his hard work. It seemed as everyone was against him. He didn't have a place to fit in. He was indeed a misfit.
He stops running. Catching his breath for a few seconds, he wipes his tears with his sleeves. He just looks down, remaining with no purpose for his next actions. Turning his head, he looks at his reflection on what it looked like to be a shop's wide glass window. The street lights were lining his pale figure. There were only very few cars passing at such a late hour, and no people could be seen walking on the same sidewalk as Jungkook. The night city used to look like a wonder to him, but at this given moment, he can't even appreciate his own existence. He stares vividly at every single detail on his face. He despised everything he saw.
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He got lost in his own thoughts, sliding like snakes to a prey, invading his last bit of courage. The reflection all at once vanished. He refocused his vision on someone who turned on the lights of the so called shop. It wasn't a shop after all, instead, it was a place that only a misfit like him could create. There were countless of paintings revealed. They gave him a sense of nostalgia, to his childhood dreams.
A figure sat on a wooden chair, handling brushes and paint, swinging their wrists with confidence. The person noticed his presence outside. They turn their head slightly, to get a glance of Jungkook .He blinked with a worried look. It was at that moment that Jungkook could get a glimpse of the other person's figure .They were gentle looking, almost giving him a feeling of relief.
Jungkook pretends to be walking ahead, taking a few steps. But in fact he was hiding behind a pole that was near the atelier . He wanted to get one more look at the paintings, to have a hinge of another emotion than what he has been feeling until now. He turns his head slowly, to take a glance of what was happening inside the atelier. Weirdly enough, the stranger was taking hurried steps towards the glass door.
